The inevitable glacial pressure-
A finger on a trigger.
Met with soft release on the final pull.
We watch on in astonishment.
The home crumbles from within.
Onlookers question
"Did that really happen?"
Replies come back, not in short
(Forgetting those that live in reflective houses should no look on)
"As much as global warming!"
"More than a cellular fetus!"
"Impossible..."
"...It happened."
Like the first snow of the season
Cold, silent, settling like the aches of an old house.
Beautiful, unfortunate, fierce.
We watch on in astonishment.
He crumples like the paper of letters that could never be sent.
Felled by a small child's curiosity.
Unquenchable as a soon to be dead-man's thirst in the Sahara.
Greed more powerful than need
Need to love like a raging fire
But only a marshmallow being licked by the flames
Burnt, crisp on the outside, sliding apart within.
The need to see and feel the world
Like a child released from pain.
The always growing tension of secrets now discovered.
The pin no longer finding itself in the grenade.
Explosions of rage, sorrow, guilt- nothing
We watch on, not in astonishment,
In the deafening sound of silent disgust.
Quietly peering into the imprisoning eyes of all that he is.
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Lyrical Ink
PoetryThis book is going to be a compilation of my original free-verse poems, poetic journals, and quotes along with my original works of photography added in at intervals as media. Everything I publish is completely original and I own it 100%.
